The Crumb

I have noticed some Who have treated others like a bread crumb, They are tossed upon the floor Then they are swept out the door, There they are always forgotten Until they they are old or rotten, Or they are picked by a breeze Then they are tossed about with the leaves, They then end up lying either here or there Where no one does really care, Then a bird will see their need And they'll take it to their nest for feed, I have noticed those who have mistreated others For their own satisfaction and druthers, They have ate their bread and the crumb I have noticed the some. Randy L. McClave